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Thursday, November 03, 2005 Aw, look how the musicians bonded. Saturday night was crazy: I played my third show of the Indiegrrl Tour with Kara Kulpa, Shelley Miller, and the last-minute addition of Kristy Hanson at Cincinnati's Rohs Street Cafe (side note: when I walked in the coffeeshop I saw that Brad Yoder had played the night before and I was sad that I'd missed his performance--I caught his set a couple of years ago at a music festival we both played at and he's wonderful. If you can write a song about the "Hair Loss Blues," you have to be worth a listen). Although our audience wasn't large, we had a fantastic time. Shelley and Kara tour together often, so they were already good friends. Apparently the weekend before--which would make it the same weekend Kristy and I played together, Kristy played with them and they all clicked instantly. And as soon as Kara and Shelley walked in the door, the three of us bonded. One part of that was due to Kara and I discovering a shared love of Caedmon's Call (their older stuff in particular, at least in my case): Kara introduced one of her songs saying that she wrote it around a chord that she thought she invented at the time, and when I played afterward I mentioned that Caedmon's Call uses it in one of their songs ("Somewhere North," in case you're wondering). When I got offstage she was practically bouncing up and down with excitement and we tossed around the idea of covering one of their songs together at the end of the night if time permitted (we didn't). That concert also involved all of us closing with a song that I'd never heard before--but since Kara and Shelley knew it and Kristy had sung it the week before with them (also not knowing it well), I ended up jumping in on keys to reasonable success. Ah yes, I'll be able to improvise with the facility of a jazz musician one of these days. After the show Mike and I discovered that his car had disappeared. While he and Gabe called towing companies to try to find it, noting the obscured tow-away warning sign, Shelley went to Kara's sister's house (where all the musicians were spending the night) to crash because she needed to be back in Chicago the next morning at 10:00am, and it's a six-hour drive. After some seaching, Mike and Gabe located the car and went to rescue it while Kristy and Kara got progressively more slap-happy waiting for me to collect my stuff. Mike left for Michigan that night and the girls headed to our quarters for the night, where Kara's sister endeared herself by finding us some cheese ravoli in the fridge. Then three slap-happy, hungry singer-songwriters made short work of a sizable container of pasta, forks in hand, standing around the single plastic bowl on the kitchen counter. Satiated, we went to bed, or in Kara's and my case, to nap for a couple of hours. Thank God that was the night of the time change--"fall back," as it were--and gaining an hour by crossing into Central Time in Illinois. ^ Top | 4:31 PM | | | 
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